Susan's nightmare

I saw Caspian first. I ran to him and started talking, but he didn't seem to hear or see me. I followed his gaze to a beautiful woman. She shined like the brightest of stars, had wise grey eyes, fair skin, smooth rosy lips, and long blonde hair so light it was almost white.

The image changed.

This time, I saw Caspian talking to her while watching the sunset. When the Sun fully went down, they kissed.

I screamed and cried and yelled for Caspian to see me, but I was invisible.

The image changed.

Now I saw Caspian, standing in the isle in a church. Then, the beautiful woman came out from the doors at the end of the church, wearing white. She and Caspian looked happy as can be as they said their vows and kissed. I sobbed and cried, because that was the expression he used when he looked at me.

The image changed and this time, it hurt so much I could tear myself inside out.

It was the woman, surrounded by maids, holding hands with Caspian. Her forehead was beaded with sweat and she looked ugly for a change, but then, the maids handed her a bundle.

My bundle.

The scenery changed completely and I didn't see Caspian or the woman any longer. Instead, I was in a field, with Peter, Lucy, and Edmund.

Aslan appeared and started walking towards us. When he was a few meters from us, he started to speak:

"Hello, Kings and Queens of Narnia. Although you have done the country a great service, I must announce that you may not stay here in Narnia."

I broke out into hysterical sobs. My worst fear was Aslan kicking us out.

"Do not worry; Caspian will rule it well. You do not belong in this world, so you shall go back to yours. By knowing me better in this world, you will know who I am in the other. Do not give up. I want you to live your normal lives as regular schoolchildren, just with the wisdom of a ruler of Narnia. And most importantly of all: Keep faith."

Caspian's nightmare

I was in a very strange place. There were rows of tall buildings that looked nothing like any other types of architecture I had ever studied. I looked at a door to one of them, which seemed to be attracting me to it. I decided to go ahead and open it.

Inside, there was a sort of a narrow hallway with doors on both sides. Suddenly, one of them opened, making me jump. Three kids came out.

I recognized them as Peter, Edmund, and Lucy. They couldn't see me, I realized, for they showed no signs of it.

"I'm honestly worried about Su." Edmund said.

"Say, Peter? Why is Susan acting this strange?" Now I started to get worried myself, but Peter didn't have time to answer because a door slammed open.

A woman came out. She looked familiar, but I didn't know anyone who looked like she did. She had curly locks, but her face was full of makeup. Her eyes were surrounded by dark lines with colours in her eyelids. Her lips were painted a strong red and her cheeks were unnaturally rosy. Her dress was only down to her knees and wore a shirt with an extremely low neckline.

I had known she was Susan, but she wasn't the Susan I knew. The Susan I know is a Queen that is naturally beautiful, wise, and gentle.

"It was about time you all came down; we're going to be late to the party!" She exclaimed. It truly hurt to see her like that.

"Su, do you really not remember Narnia?" Lucy asked. My heart broke; what did she mean; not remember Narnia?!

"I told you, Narnia was a children's game. Fauns and Queens and talking lions aren't real! They're a waste of time!" She answered which just took my heart and squeezed it.

"Not even Caspian?" Lucy asked softly.

"I don't care about your imaginary friends, Lu."

The whole scene dissolved, instead showing me in my throne room, standing in front of a man. I knew the man; he was in my dreams almost every night since I was small.

He had brown long hair and a beard, like mine, and brown eyes that I had always thought were where I got mine from, but right now, his seemed so angry I couldn't bear the thought.

"You are not my son; you are a coward hidden under the skin of a king. You don't deserve the crown of Narnia any more than my brother. You don't deserve the Queen's love, or her sibling's friendship. You bring dishonour to the crown simply by sitting in your throne! The only thing you ever do is sit around while others die for you! You didn't even do anything with the Kings and Queens of old! You let them do all the work." My father said.

All my life I had worked hard to make him proud. So he could look from Aslan's country and be proud that I'm his son. I was shattered into a million pieces when he said:

"I'm very disappointed in you, Caspian."

Peter's nightmare

I was standing in the beautiful island with the walls of blue water and light sand. In front of me was the Great Lion, Aslan. He didn't look quite right, though. He didn't look as marvellous as he always did.

"Hello, Peter. I have to inform you that you will be leaving Narnia." A weight dropped on my chest.

"But I don't understand, I've done what you wanted."

"No, instead you have brought dishonour to Narnia. You have not made the King I expected you to be. When you left Narnia, you still behaved like a King in your household, being too strict to your siblings. Then you got into fights, hurting people for no reason. When you came back to Narnia, I would have believed you'd be glad. Instead, you were too busy being a jealous child, even ruining your sister, Susan's precious time here." The worst part is, all he said is true.

"You have failed me Peter, you are no longer deserving of the crown."

Edmund's nightmare

I found myself in a cave.

It looked oddly familiar.

It was clearly man-made, with torches lining the straight walls, a passageway, and stone steps that led to some sort of altar. On the altar, there was some sort of stone rectangle. It was empty except for the outlines, which seemed to be decorated with intricate patterns. In the middle of the cave sat a stone table with a knife.

I realized why it had looked so familiar before; this is Aslan's How!

I didn't have time to remember much because the ground started shaking.

Suddenly, some sort of blue liquid travelled up the empty space in the rectangle until it filled it completely. Then, the liquid turned to ice and the temperature in the cave dropped.

I could begin to make out a figure behind the ice. As it came closer, I realized it was the White Witch. I scrambled away from her, tripping clumsily on my feet.

"Get away from me!" I said loudly.

"My dear Edmund, it's been so long!"

"Why are you alive?" I asked.

"I'm not yet alive, Dear Edmund, I still need the blood of a Son of Adam or Daughter of Eve. If you help me, I will give you the last sword."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" I asked, suspicious.

"You don't, but if you don't give me your blood, believe me, it will be impossible to get the sword. If you do, I will come back to life and rule Narnia. I will kill anyone who tries to bring me down, but you and your family and friends will be spared." I thought about it; if I didn't give her my blood, we'd never complete our quest, unable to defeat the mist, maybe dying while trying. If I did, my country would be destroyed, but my family would be spared.

I took the knife from the Stone Table and said:

"You promise to keep me and my loved ones alive?"

"You have my word." She answered urgently, somehow breaking the ice with her hand, letting it out.

I carved a small cut into my palm and winced at the pain. Then, I held my hand out to her. A drop of blood dropped on her palm, but, satisfied, the Witch took her hand back. The blood disappeared and the ice shattered, letting the Witch out. It was then I knew what a horrible mistake I'd made.

She laughed loudly, which made my blood freeze.

"Foolish boy! Did you really think I would keep my promise?!" Peter appeared in the passageway. I was about to yell for him, but his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the ground; dead.

Lucy's nightmare

I didn't know where I was. It looked like some sort of snow-covered wood. It wasn't part of Narnia that I knew, though.

Suddenly, I saw a young man stepping in from behind a tree. I recognized him as Pirate Boy. He didn't look completely like Pirate Boy, though. He was more handsome, yet a lot more evil-looking.

"Pirate Boy!" I called out. He smiled an unnatural half-smile and then said:

"Hello, Lucy." It didn't sound much like him, either. "Poor, poor, Lucy; always second best. The youngest of four, always underestimated by her siblings. You're not strong, like Peter, not reasonable, like Edmund, and, oh, certainly not beautiful like Susan." My heart broke when I heard him say that. I'd always known I wasn't beautiful, but it sounded so much worse coming from Pirate Boy's mouth. "You know, your mother and father were very disappointed when you turned out so ugly. No wonder no one likes you. Caspian only puts up with you because you're Susan's little sister, Selene simply feels too bad to tell you how annoying you are, Eustace actually does it right; sowing you how horrible you truly are. You are an added load to a great team."

"That-that's not true." I said, although I knew I was lying.

"You can't even recognize it! Pity." He said, then vanished, leaving me alone in the cold.

Selene's nightmare

I was in the palace hall, about to come into the throne room.

In the throne room, I found Jo and Catherine, looking at me with an expression that chilled me to the bone.

"Selena." Jo said. "I didn't expect you to be alive." He added, as if he'd resented me for living.

"I've come to see you, Jo." I said.

"Don't call me that. That was the name my sister used to call me. You are not my sister. You killed all of my friends, everyone I had trusted. All I ever did to you was try to save you from fate, but it seems you didn't care. You crashed my ship then jumped off like a coward! Then, you went to the Amazons and didn't think about it twice! I gave up so much for you, and the best you can do is act scared!"

"But Jo!" I said.

"Don't call me that!" He yelled. Then he composed himself and, in a cool voice, said:

"You are no longer my sister."

Suddenly, the whole scene dissolved, and I found myself in the palace church, standing on the aisle. There was a cloth preventing me from talking. I looked down and saw I was wearing a white dress, with chains wrapped around it. I had a shackle on my foot so I couldn't move.

The doors opened and a man I only barely recognized as Wulfrick came in. He was wearing fancy clothes and an evil smirk on his face.

He finally reached me and at that point I was horrified because I knew what was going to happen next.

I saw a bishop behind me, only furthering my terrible theory.

"We are all here today to celebrate King Wulfrick and Princess Selena's matrimony…"

"Skip that part and just marry us!" Wulfrick said rudely.

"Do you, Queen Selena, take-" I shook my head as fast as I could until I got dizzy, but the bishop barely registered it.

"Skip that!" Wulfrick yelled. "Just pronounce us man and wife!"

"As of today, you are man and wife."

Pirate Boy's nightmare

I was back on the ship, tied to the mast. My uncle stood looming over me with an amused expression on his face.

"My poor John, did you really think you could get away? Well, you're about to pay the price." I filled with fear, because I knew my uncle and if there's one thing he is, he's unforgiving.

I had imagined my punishment would be to walk the plank, especially because I was facing it, but it was much worse.

"Bring in the first one!" Uncle ordered. The door to the control room opened and Caspian fell out, his hands tied behind his back. The pirates pushed him forward, with him yelling horrible things at them. They led him to the plank and one of them said:

"It's his fault you're here." Then he pointed at me.

Caspian didn't seem to believe it, and then he thought better of it.

"I trusted you!" He yelled, and then they pushed him overboard. Next came out Peter, whom before death said:

"I knew you were just a rotten pirate underneath that soft cover."

Then it was Susan, who without saying anything, jumped off the ship at her own accord.

Then came Edmund, who simply shook his head, looking very disappointed.

Selene was next, freeing herself from the guards for long enough to slap me across the face. But it was Lucy who hurt the most.

"I hate you! I loathe you more than anything! I thought I could trust you!" She screamed a look of absolute hate on her face. Lucy hated me. I had nothing to live for. My uncle releasedme, knowing the job was done.

So I jumped overboard.